Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2003 22:41:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Warren Greene
Subject: marks bitch
I played soccer throughout high school. Although I was never a star
player, I wasn't too bad either. At the end of every summer, a few of the
guys from the team would always go to a two week soccer camp up in New
England. The summer before my senior year, I decided I really wanted to
focus on improving my soccer skills, so I went to the camp.
The camp was held at a sprawling boarding school in the mountains. We
arrived on a Saturday afternoon and were assigned rooms in one of the
dorms. When I entered my assigned room my jaw dropped to the floor.
Already in the room, stretched out on one of the beds, was my roommate for
the next two weeks-Mark. I would soon learn that Mark was a senior at a
high school in my town. I would also learn that he was dominating to the
core. But that first moment I saw him I was simply floored by how
unbelievably hot he was. He had dirty blond hair, somewhat curly and cut
short. His light brown eyes gave the inaccurate impression that he was
easy going. He was reclined on his bed, wearing soccer shorts and no
shirt. His abs and pecks were well defined, still glistening with sweat
from his most recent round of exercise. As I walked into the room, it took
all my strength not to stop and take a peak up his shorts, trying to
glimpse what lay beneath.
Mark looked me directly in the eyes and said hi.
"Hey, I'm Tyler," I managed to blurt out before I looked at the floor and
started shifting from foot to foot.
"You get that bed," Mark informed me. "I'm sure we'll get to talk later,
but I've got to meet up with some of my friends now," he said, exiting the
room without bothering to put on a shirt. His cocky rudeness got me
excited in a strange kind of way. The way he had insulted me (by implying
that I wasn't a friend of his) turned me on, and I could feel my dick
stirring in my shorts.
I unpacked and killed some time before dinner was served. At dinner, I met
some of the other guys I would be spending the next two weeks with. There
were guys as young as thirteen, and others just shy of their eighteenth
birthday. I noticed several times during dinner that Mark was talking with
some of the guys from my team. I was a little surprised, but then again,
most of my teammates had been to the camp before, so they probably knew
Mark from previous years.
After dinner, I hung out in the lounge and watched some TV. When I went up
to our room to go to bed Mark wasn't there. I stripped down to my tighty
whities and got into bed. I was reading a magazine when Mark came through
the door-still arrogant and sexy. He looked at me and nodded.
"Hey dude, having a good time," he asked.
"Yeah," I said, not able to restrain my eyes from roaming over his
delicious body.
Mark then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he returned, he
sat on his bed, opposite from me, and looked me in the eyes.
"So," he said to me, "some of your teammates say you're kind of a fag."
I couldn't believe it. It was true that I liked guys, but I had been
extremely careful to never give any indication of this to the guys on my
team. Did they really know, or was it a lucky guess? I didn't have much
time to ponder it, since Mark continued talking in a slow, deliberate
voice.
"The reason I bring it up is that my cock needs attention fairly
frequently, and being here, I don't have access to any of my normal girls."
I managed to shake my head, "Sorry man, whoever you talked to was wrong,
I'm not into that."
"Really," Mark said with a smirk on his face, "because you haven't been
able to keep your eyes off me since you walked in that door."
Under the sheets, my dick began to stir at the thought of actually giving
head to this stud. But my mind still wouldn't let me.
"I think you're making that up," I said lamely, "I don't dig guys."
"Is that so," Mark said, continuing to taunt me. He then dropped his
shorts to his ankles, and reached underneath the waistband of his boxers,
lewdly massaging his cock. I was shocked by his directness, but I also
felt my resistance slowly melting, as my own cock started to grow stiff.
"So, you're going to lie there and tell me that you honestly don't want to
wrap your lips around this grade-A tube steak," Mark asked in a slow voice
that practically melted my will power. All I could think of was how
delicious his cock must taste, and how it would feel sliding in and out of
my mouth. Gradually the smooth head of his cock emerged from the fly of
his boxers, and I licked my lips in anticipation and my eyes focused on his
dick.
"Yeah, you like what you see, don't you," he continued, "why don't you just
be honest with me, you want to suck it don't you?"
I remained frozen, my brain and my cock both battling with each other.
"DON'T YOU?"
Without fully realizing what I was doing, I nodded my head in acquiescence.
"Then come over here and get down on your knees," he ordered.
I hesitated. Sure, I had fantasized about guys for a long time. And the
previous summer I had kissed my first guy, but I wasn't sure how I felt
about sucking dick.
Mark cleared his throat, and fixed his gaze on me. I took a deep breath,
threw off the covers, and got on my knees in front of this sexy, arrogant
teen Adonis.
"Kiss it," he instructed me. I gently kissed his smooth, purple cock head
several times, and began to caress it with my tongue. I inhaled the
intoxicating scent of his cock and balls, as my own dick became rigid in my
briefs. Savoring the look and taste of his cock, I began running my tongue
up and down the length of his shaft.
Mark put his hand on my forehead, pushing me back, while he pulled down his
boxers with his other hand. He sat back down on the bed, still holding
back my head. I was desperate to swallow his fine 18 year-old schlong, and
I stuck out my tongue, straining to reach it.
"Weren't you just telling me a few minutes ago that you weren't a cock
sucker," he asked in an amused voice, as I yearned to take his rod in my
mouth once more.
I blushed, lost for words, as he let go of my head. Not stopping to dwell
in my embarrassment, I quickly took Mark's hard cock in my mouth, bathing
it with my spit. I had thought of this moment in some of my most private
fantasies, and covered my teeth with my lips, being careful to not scrape
his precious organ. Mark let out a moan, indicating his enjoyment, and I
quickened my pace, bobbing up and down on his dick, feeling it slide back
and forth across my lips, in and out of my mouth.
I thought Mark's dick had already reached its maximum size, but I could
feel it grow even more in my mouth, as I desperately continued to suck.
"Not only are you good at sucking my dick, I can see you're enjoying it,"
Mark said, teasing my hard dick with his foot. I paused, as I reached down
to stroke my aching cock.
"I didn't stay you could stop, bitch," barked Mark, slapping my head. I
quickly left my own cock alone, and returned my full attention to servicing
his. Mark began taking a more active role, thrusting his dick into my
mouth, until it reached the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
"Get on the bed," he commanded me. "Lie down on your back."
Without questioning his order, I laid on his bed, and Mark propped up my
head with his pillow. He then straddled my chest, positioning his hard,
pulsing cock in front of my face. Grabbing his dick with one hand, he
slapped my face several times with his cock, smearing my cheeks with precum
and my own spit. I groaned lightly, and closed my eyes, embarrassed, yet
hopelessly aroused by Mark's rough treatment of me. Each time his cockhead
made contact with my face, I felt a surge of shame and horniness pulse
through my body.
Eventually, Mark braced himself against the wall, and slid his dick back
into my mouth. Wasting no time for me to adjust, he ruthlessly started
fucking my mouth. With his thighs holding me tightly into place, and his
abdomen preventing me from lifting my head, I was helpless as his rod kept
plunging deeper and deeper into my throat. I gagged and even cried at
first, until I learned to relax and let this invading object fill my throat
with cock meat.
Mark's balls were slapping my chin, as my nose was thrust in and out of his
patch of dark blond pubic hair. Mark was being rough, and it turned me on
even more. Not only had I discovered the joy of submitting to this stud
and sucking his cock, but the more he treated me like an inanimate sex toy,
the more horny I became. I realized that my cock was near the point of
exploding. My cock head was smeared with precum and was rubbing against
the fabric of my briefs. As Mark increased his pace of fucking my throat,
and the friction increased between my dick and underwear, I realized that I
was going to cum.
The next time Mark's cock drilled into my throat, I lost control, and
started to jizz. Mark couldn't see my dick, but he recognized the signs,
as my body went rigid and I shook with each spurt that I shot. I guess
seeing this reaction pushed Mark over the edge, and he began coming,
shooting several loads of thick, white juice into my mouth, coating my
tongue. Then he pulled out of my mouth and shot a few more loads onto my
face. I eagerly swallowed the jizz he shot into my mouth, as he looked on
smiling.
He got up, and stood next the bed, looking down at me, smiling derisively.
"So are you still going to claim you're not a fag? You just took another
guys cock in your mouth, swallowed his cum, and then dumped your own load
in your jockey shorts without even touching your dick. You're the ultimate
cock-sucking fag."
"OK, you're right," I admitted, still turned on by the episode that had
just finished, but feeling a little embarrassed now that I was off my
sexual high.
"You're damn right. Now let me hear you say it yourself."
I stared off into space, unable to look Mark in the eye. "I'm a fag," I
mumbled.
"Louder," shouted Mark.
"I'm a fag."
"Whose fag," he asked.
"Your fag," I replied.
"And what do you like to do?"
"Suck your cock," I said, still lying on the bed, cum drying on my face and
soaking into my underwear.
"That's right," said Mark, patting me on the head. "Now get out of my
bed."
Obeying Mark's order, I sat up, got off his bed, and laid down in my own
bed. Mark quickly fell asleep, and I lay awake for a while, replaying the
events that had just transpired. Soon, the thoughts of sucking Mark's cock
made my own dick hard again, and I jacked off, shooting another load into
my underwear.
***
The next day Mark acted as if nothing had happened. The day was spent on
the soccer field drilling and scrimmaging. After dinner most of us watched
a movie in the lounge. When the movie was over, I returned to my room.
Mark was waiting for me.
"Hey bitch," he said. "It's about time you showed up. I need some action.
Strip."
Without stopping to protest, I took off my shirt, shoes, and shorts. I
stood before Mark in my socks and briefs, my dick tenting my tighty
whities.
"On your knees, fag," said Mark, as he stood and dropped his warm-up pants
and boxers, revealing his shapely and tasty cock. I dropped to my knees,
and crawled over to Mark's feet, eager to taste his dick.
Mark nodded slightly, and I opened my mouth, slowly taking his cock into my
mouth, feeling it grow hard. I worked my tongue up and down his shaft, and
Mark moaned in appreciation. Once his dick was at full size, I started my
pace of working his pole in and out of my mouth, my lips covering my teeth.
After a few minutes when Mark's cock had become coated in saliva and
precum, he pulled out of my mouth and shoved me onto his bed.
"Now we're going to have some real fun," he said, positioning me on my
knees, pushing my head down to the mattress and pulling my underwear down
with his other hand.
"Put your ass in the air, bitch," he barked at me. "You want me to fuck
your faggot ass, don't you?"
Truthfully I was a little scared of being fucked, but I wanted to so bad to
make Mark happy, that I said yes, sticking my ass in the air as he slipped
a finger up my ass, loosening my asshole, preparing it for the invasion of
his dick.
He spread my legs apart, positioning his body up against mine. After he
loosened me up a little with his finger, I felt his cock head pressing
against my ass hole. Lubed only with my spit and some precum, he slowly
pressed his cock into me, penetrating my ass hole. I gasped, feeling the
initial invasion of his fuck stick, but Mark only paused briefly before
leaning in to me, forcing his cock farther and farther up my ass. I moaned
at the feeling of being impaled on his massive pole. After a brief pause,
he leaned into me and I felt his cock boring up, deep inside my fuck chute.
"Mmmmm. You've got a nice fag pussy-nice and tight," said Mark. "Don't
tell me I'm your first?"
"Yes," I said, followed my a loud moan, as he continued to ram his dick
into me, causing an intense mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Well, I can tell you're enjoying it, bitch," Mark said, slapping my dick,
which was rock hard at this point.
My asshole expanded to accommodate the broad base of his cock and the
muscles in my rectum made space for Mark's sizeable meat, as it went
farther and farther. Finally he sighed, and I felt his pubic hair rubbing
my ass crack-he was all the way in. I had let this handsome boy who I had
met two days before mount me and fuck me like I was a cheap whore.
"Now you're 100% faggot-lying on my bed with my cock buried in your ass,"
Mark said with a triumphant tone in his voice. I simply moaned in reply,
relishing the feeling of Mark plugging my butt with his massive rod.
Then the fucking began.
Mark pulled his dick out about half way and my ass started returned to
normal, only to be spread open again as he rammed back in. He slowly moved
in and out, letting me experience the bliss of his cock rubbing my
prostate.
"Oh god," I moaned, physically and emotionally surrendering myself to
Mark's total control. He set the pace of his fucking, alternating between
explosions of jackrabbit hammering, and more leisurely long-dicking, moving
the full length of his cock in and out of my ass. When he pulled almost
all the way out, I would move my ass back, scared that he would pull out
completely and my butt would be empty.
"You are a natural born cock slut," Mark said, as his pelvis repeatedly
smashed against my ass, as he continued to relentlessly pound me, lubing my
butt with his pre-cum.
I felt his dick invading and leaving my ass several repeatedly. My dick
throbbed, wanting to shoot my load as Mark continued to push my face into
the mattress as he barked at me to keep my ass in the air, for easy access.
The feeling of being totally at the mercy of this sexy, cocky god was too
much for me. I knew Mark owned my ass now. He could grant me intense
sexual pleasure, or withhold it, but his only consideration was his own
libido. He couldn't give two shits about my feelings. But just knowing
that I might be able to service his cock made me incredibly horny.
"OK, bitch," panted Mark, "get ready to take my load." He started
jack-hammering my ass, drilling his cock in and out of me, until finally he
went rigid and all of a sudden I felt him shooting gobs of hot sticky cum
deep into my ass. My gut was bathed in this jock's jizz, as I continued to
hold my ass in the air, eagerly accepting the load he was pumping into me.
As he was coming, he pushed my face into the mattress. I struggled to
breathe, flailing under the weight of his body, as he shook with each spurt
of creamy juice.
After Mark finished shooting his load, he pulled his dick out of my ass,
and got up. I could hear the sound of his dick exiting my slimy hole. I
groaned as his cock withdrew.
"What, you miss my meat up your ass already," he asked. The problem was he
was right-I felt empty without it. "I just marked you with my seed, now
don't forget that I own you," he added.
***
The next day the coaches worked us hard all day long and after hours of
grueling practices, Mark fucked me hard, relishing the feeling of no longer
being under the control of the coaches. The day after that (Tuesday), we
had an easy day to make up for the previous day's workout. After the
afternoon drills, we were informed that after an early dinner, there would
be an optional scrimmage for guys to work on some of the skills they had
been learning.
On the way to dinner, Mark ran up to me and informed me that I wasn't to
attend the scrimmage. "We've got our own workout planned," he said, before
he left to join some of his "real" friends.
Mindful of my orders, I finished dinner and went to our dorm room, to await
the arrival of my teenage master. After about 30 minutes, Mark swaggered
into the room and gave me my orders.
"What the fuck are you still doing dressed? Strip to your underwear and
get your mouth on my cock, bitch."
Ever obedient, I did as I was told and knelt before Mark, eagerly slurping
on his hard cock. After a while, Mark pulled out of my mouth and looked
down at me.
"Follow me," he said, walking toward the door and opening it.
I hesitated before going into the hallway only wearing my jockey shorts,
but I then realized that everyone as at the scrimmage. Dutifully, I
followed Mark as he went into the bathroom.
Once inside, he ordered me to stand still, while he stood behind my back.
I heard a strange ripping sound, and realized he had a roll of athletic
tape. Suddenly, he held both of my hands behind my back and taped them
together. When he was done, my hands and arms were restrained behind my
back, and I nearly lost my balance as he pushed me to my knees.
"Now get back to my cock," he ordered me, as we stood before a row of
showers in the bathroom. "And you'd better hope no one walks in."
I couldn't believe it. Even though all the guys were at the scrimmage,
there was still the possibility that someone could walk through the door
and catch me sucking Mark's dick and I wouldn't be able to leave without
the use of my hands. In a state of confusion, I looked at him, and
immediately realized that I would end up doing whatever he asked. The
intent look in his brown eyes overruled any fears I had. He fished his
dick out of his shorts and I eagerly took it in my mouth. My knees hurt on
the cold tile floor of the shower room, but I remained focused on Mark's
needs. After ten minutes of intense cock sucking, he grabbed a fistful of
my hair and held my head in place while he shot his load on my face.
I felt his cum splashing on my forehead, nose, cheeks, and mouth. Eagerly,
I licked my lips and caught a taste of his salty jizz.
After he was done coming, Mark motioned for me to stand up. With some
difficulty, I rose to my feet. Grabbing my hair again, Mark led me by the
head over to the wall. On the wall, at eye level, was a row of hooks for
hanging towels on. Without speaking, Mark turned me away from the wall,
and pushed me up against it. Then, grabbing the waistband of my briefs, he
pulled it up, slipping it over one of the hooks, and giving me a painful
wedgie. I could hear my underwear ripping and I let out a scream, as the
pain of the wedgie set in.
"I've gotten bored with you, cocksucker, in fact, I'm done with you" he
said, walking toward the door. "See ya later, I'm gonna watch the
scrimmage" said Mark, as he walked out the door.
At first I was shocked by his comment about "being done" with me. Did this
mean he would never fuck me again? I realized I was in a helpless
situation - my hands were bound, so I couldn't reach up and unhook my
underwear. I tried the only other solution, lowering myself in the hopes
of ripping it off the hook, but I couldn't stand the pain of my balls being
smashed against my body. Even if I could get lose, Mark had left for the
scrimmage and I wouldn't be able to get in our room without a key. It
slowly dawned on me that when all the guys came back, they would find me
like this. I had no choice but to resign myself to this fact, as Mark's
cum dried on my face. I started to cry as the totality of the situation
sunk in.
***
Sure enough, after about 30 minutes, I heard voices outside, and four guys
came in to shower. All four of them froze in their tracks as they saw me.
"Holly shit," said one. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Is that cum on his face," asked another.
They quickly left the bathroom, and came back shortly with even more guys.
"Looks like we got a faggot to play with," said someone.
"Fuck man. Just leave him there."
It became clear that some guys were purely disgusted by the sight of me.
But others were more curious. One of the guys from my own team unhooked me
from the towel hook, and lead me back to a room. Once in the room, I was
told to kneel and suck cock. Guys dropped in throughout the entire night,
and I lost track of the total number of hot teenage dicks that I sucked
that night.
Mark didn't have sex with me again during the soccer camp, but the guys on
my team started using me to satisfy their needs on a nightly basis. Soon
they learned the pleasure of fucking my ass. When we got back to school
that fall, they were sure to advertise my services to the other members of
the team, and I was the official team slut that season, getting fucked in
the mouth and ass by my teammates after almost every practice. When we
would win a game, we'd have special team parties where I would spend the
entire time in a bedroom, sucking cock and letting guys fuck me senseless.